The Master was seated in a dark corner, His black 'aba
melting into the background - and again I saw Him as the Face of God - and
quailed. How could I paint the Face of God?
"I want you," He said, "to paint My Servitude
to God."
"Oh my Lord," I cried, "only the Holy Spirit
could paint Your Servitude to God. No human hand could do it. Pray for me, or I
am lost. I implore You, inspire me."
"I will pray," He answered, "and as you are
doing this only for the sake of God, you will be inspired."
And then something amazing happened. All fear fell away from
me, and it was as though Someone Else saw through my eyes, worked through my
hand.
All the points, all the planes in that matchless Face were
so clear to me that my hand couldn't put them down quickly enough - couldn't
keep pace with the clarity of my vision. I painted in ecstasy - free as I had
never been before. At the end of the half hour the foundation of the head was
perfect.
- Juliet
Thompson (World Order magazine, Fall 1971)
